Let's explore the various parts that make up a mom and how it is that they mold the story that they're a part of.

Your mom’s ass was like a human Rorschach test. It drove everyone crazy, but everyone crazy in their own little way.

The first time she had met those eyes had been in her very own shower, when she had felt a rough male hand grab her right cheek.

He watched your mom put a hot dog into her mouth and bite off a large chunk. She lifted her hand to her cheek and wiped away mustard.

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Your mom stood there, sticking out like a sore thumb among the much shorter, darker lineup of exclusively men and old women.

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She looked at you through the rims of her glasses. “What?” she said and smiled. “It doesn’t take much. You just put your foot down."

It had been a few weeks since your mom had had a peaceful sleep. Most of her attempts at sleep ended with her waking up in a cold sweat.

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He stood back up and bent the branch from his view again. She was still standing there, wetting her tongue with the cool stream of water.

Sebastian blushed as Henry waved the floppy object around. “Sebastian," he called. "Just imagine what your mom does with this."

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"I guess that’s what happens when you’re beautiful. Your husband is still absolutely obsessed with you. I could see it in his eyes.."

Your cousin sighed, exasperated. “Your brother has been getting picked on by these guys for years now. He’s always turned the other cheek.

Your brother nodded with a stoic resolve, knowing what had to be done, whether or not he liked or approved of it.

He looked back out the window at the Paris streets below. “What is France to you?” he asked. You sat for a second unsure of how to answer.

The rooms that make up the house in a story are as important to the plot and themes as the personality traits that make up a mom character.

The indent from your mom’s bottom was still visible on the edge of the bed. As was the indentation from her heel on the shag carpet.

Your mom knew better than to embarrass you at work. That’s why she didn’t say hi. Her smile was enough.